Tale of the Two Parks

There once was a small town with two parks at opposites ends of the main street.

On the wealthy side of town was the largest park.  It was well-manicured with an arboretum, botanical garden, grounds for croquet and bocce ball, picnic areas, and so forth.

There were many rules and signs about the rules and enforcers of the rules.  No dogs allowed.  No walking on the grass.  No smoking.  No drinking.  No singing.  No music.  No dancing.  No public displays of affection.  No... "outsiders".  Everyone knew what that meant.

There were no playgrounds in that expansive park.  There were no slides or swings or monkey bars or merry-go-rounds or other fun things for children to laugh and play with.  There was no explicit rule, but it was suspected that laughing and playing were also forbidden.

On the poor side of town was the small park.  It was not very well maintained at all, because they did not have the budget for it.  The locals did their best to take care of it themselves, though.

The trash cans were just unseemly rims with chains.  The grass was bare in spots and covered in weeds.  There was litter.

But there was grilling and drinking and laughing and singing and music playing and dancing.  Children played at the small but adequate playground with slides and swings and monkey bars and merry-go-rounds.

Though wealthy folks almost never ventured into that park, everyone was welcome without suspicion.